And You Smile

Not by appointment do we meet delight or joy; they heed not our expectancy; but round some corner of the streets of life they of a sudden greet us with a smile.                                                                                                   — Gerald Massey

Can you think of a time when delight popped into your life and surprised you? This happened to me literally around a street corner on a visit to Greenfield Village in Michigan. You walk into the village and one of the first sights to greet you is a Model T zipping down the road. And you smile!

These cars, built by the Ford company in the early 1900s, still putter along surprisingly well. What’s so much fun is that you can ride in one. A nice “young” man drives, pointing out sights along the way. You pass the horse-drawn cart, the old bus. You relax in the wide, tree-lined lanes. You are transported to another time.

Here’s what Henry Ford said of his great invention, the venerable Model T:

“I will build a car for the great multitude. It will be large enough for the family, but small enough for the individual to run and care for. It will be constructed of the best materials, by the best men to be hired, after the simplest designs that modern engineering can devise. But it will be so low in price that no man making a good salary will be unable to own one – and enjoy with his family the blessing of hours of pleasure in God’s great open spaces.”

All that day, as we walked around the village, we would round a corner and see another Model T chugging along. Do you think Henry Ford had any idea that folks would still be enjoying “hours of pleasure” in his Model T a hundred years later?

How about you? What’s popped in to bring you joy lately?

Linking up with Tuesday Muse, Texture Tuesday, Sweet Shot Tuesdays, Tones on Tuesday, and Communal Global.The theme at Texture Tuesday is a photo that pops.

Photos are edited with Kim Klassen’s textures Evolve and Mary and with Nancy at A Rural Journal’s texture Silver Lining Playbook.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Celebrating Spring

In Spring we expand and stretch in all directions. It’s green exuberance and giddiness, bright clown colors, and Easter colors too; the rebirth of the tender growing soul.

                                                                                                                    –Anne Lamott

The colors of Spring are everywhere now. To celebrate this season, here’s a sampling of the colors in my neighborhood: sunny yellows, regal purples, happy  reds, peachy tones, and sparkling blues.

Here’s wishing you a week of color during this time of “rebirth of the tender growing soul.”

Linking up with Texture Tuesday, Sweet Shot Tuesdays,Tuesday Muse, and Communal Global.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dancing with the Daffodils

After the snow melts, the daffodils pop up and wave in the wind and then — spring arrives! This weekend we drove to the mountains to see these bright messengers. They dot the hills with cheer.

They grow along fences.

They soften the barbed wire put up by ranchers.They aren’t too shy to claim a patch of earth right next to thick pine tree trunks that will outlive them by years.

Often in clumps, the blooms herald the end of winter’s bareness, the beginning of a season of brilliant color.

You can almost imagine these daffodils singing in a choir, formed in rows, filling life with music.

Wordsworth appreciated these flowers. He also wrote:  “A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze . . . . ”

When we are in a winter of waiting, nothing is so welcome as when the color breaks through. Whether it feels like we’re up against the sting of barbed wire or alone in a dark place, we can remember that cheer is ready to break through.

Daffodil season is so short but so bright. I’m thankful we got to enjoy their sunshine this year.

How about you? Are you longing for spring? Are you ready for the early dots and clumps of color?

Wishing you a week of cheer this first week of spring!

Linking up with Little Things Thursday, Texture Tuesday, Sweet Shot Tuesdays,Tuesday Muse, and Communal Global.

Photos are processed with Kim Klassen’s textures Daisy, Back In, 1412, and Happy Heart; the theme this week at Texture Tuesdays is “wise words.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When You Need Something Dreamy

What comes to your mind when you think of “dreamy”? This week, here’s what’s dreamy in my home. Roses, cheery roses. Sunny yellows and oranges, clean white, and a delicate tinge of red.

Coming home from a day of minor surgery, I found these flowers on my doorstep. A gift from my daughter, to wish me a fast and easy recovery, these blooms are bringing me smiles!

When we’re in a place that’s not great, physically or emotionally, color and new life pull us out of ourselves. Each day, the roses open a bit more, seeming to say, “Look how we love life! Look how we open and show you more and more beauty. Life is good!”

How about you? What’s bringing you cheer this week?

Linking up with Texture Tuesday, Sweet Shot Tuesdays, Little Things Thursday, and Communal Global.

Photos are processed with Kim Klassen’s textures Be Still and 1301.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Apple Picking Day

Ventures often don’t turn out the way we anticipated. This happened recently when we planned to visit an apple farm during apple picking season. We arrived on a pleasantly warm day and joined a happy crowd. We lined up to buy our paper bag and fill it with apples fresh-picked with our own hands off the trees.

The problem? The fruit ripened early due to weather conditions last spring. Farmers had to harvest the apples before we and our fellow pickers arrived. The only apples left were either scattered on the ground . . .

or hanging so high they remained out of reach unless you had a someone to boost you up.

Some apples were almost invisible under bits of fallen branches.

After a stab of initial disappointment, we realized the dearth of hanging apples did not really matter. All of us in the orchard still got to meander along the rows of trees. We felt the sun on our faces. We smelled the fragrant, fresh mountain air. Children ran and shouted to each other with abandon in the safe, fenced space. The orchard offered us a festive, cheery place to enjoy ourselves.

Our apple picking day yielded no actual picked apples, but we filled our bag with fruit we chose from wooden crates. Red for Curt, green for me (the more tart the better!).

Plans don’t always unfold as we imagined. If the apples you planned to pick are gone, there’s no need to despair. Enjoy the stroll through today’s orchard anyway. Savor the sweet and tart. Notice the colors around you, whether they are on prominent display or lie almost buried under broken branches.

If the day ends, as ours did, with a trip to town for a carmel apple, take joy.

How about you? Have you had a day recently when your plans didn’t work out the way you wanted? Were you able to salvage some joy anyway?

 

 

 

 

Linking up with Sweet Shot Tuesdays, Communal Global and Texture Tuesdays. Photos are edited with Kim Klassen’s textures Little Things, Urban Sample, and Felicity.

 

 

 

Picturing Kindness

Have you noticed that kindness is a natural byproduct of love? What does kindness look like? I recently saw a picture of kindness when Maddie and her brothers received two baby bunnies. The kids promptly named them Marshmallow and Blackie (aka Batman). Love for these little furballs comes so readily to Maddie.

You can see kindness in small, affectionate gestures . . .

In providing for their needs — a bowl of water, some fresh vegetables, soft bedding . . .

In holding and cuddling these young ones, newly separated from their mother . . .

In her whispers of reassurance that she will watch over them now . . .

Acts of kindness not only benefit the receivers but they also bring joy to the giver. See her smile?

We can decide to be on the lookout for opportunities to show little kindnesses. Someone will soon need the proverbial cup of cold water, a welcoming place to confide a fear or frustration, words of reassurance that a new situation will work out well.

How about you? Have you gone out of your way to show kindness to someone lately? Has someone boosted your spirit with a kind word? Share your picture of kindness with us!

 

 

 

 

 

Linking up with This or That ThursdaySweet Shot Tuesdays, Communal Global and Texture Tuesdays. Photos are edited with Kim Klassen’s texture Let Go.

 

 

Bursting with Joy

Joy comes in bursts. We may be sitting and resting, taking it easy, reflecting, still.

Then something happens and we just have to move. We get to our feet. We are infused with life.

The joy bubbles over. We soar, we fly, we laugh. We forget everything other than the pleasure of that moment.

How about you? Has joy overtaken you this week? I heard from my daughter that she’s visiting this weekend, and we’re going to include a family birthday and Mexican food and fun. My spirit bounced high.

Wishing you moments of joy today!

 

 

 

 

Linking up with This or That Thursday and Finagle a Photo.

 

A Mellow Season

The yellow flower bed lines the front walk and welcomes the family home. This is the last week for this cheery greeting, though. The flowers are bedraggled, ready to be trimmed back for the fall.

Autumn is a mellow time in the garden, with flowers more scarce, colors muted. Creams and whites and reds decorate nature now.

“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile,” wrote poet William Cullen Bryant.

A sweetness lingers after the bursting of life of spring and full blooms of summer. We savor the color before winter’s bleakness.

As we move into this fall season, we can look for the rich color in the flowers and in our lives. Wishing you an autumn that is indeed this year’s loveliest smile for you and your family.

 

 

 

 

Linking up with Sweet Shot Tuesdays, Communal Global and Texture Tuesdays. Photos are edited with Kim Klassen’s textures Pumpkin Grunge and History. The lovely house is the new home of my son and his family, where we recently had a great time visiting!

 

 

 

 

 

Good Reads: Lessons from a Little Dog

Following Atticus by Tom Ryan

So often we seek comfort and ease when it’s the struggle that brings life into focus. When Tom Ryan, a self-described overweight newspaperman, and his 20-pound Schnauzer Atticus take to hiking the White Mountains of  New Hampshire one winter, the response is “People die up there.” Tom persists and Atticus takes joy in the climb. While it would have been easier to sit by fire and relax, where’s the adventure in that? Tom has since followed Atticus up hundreds of peaks.

Climbing does not come naturally to Tom. “That first climb of the day, of any day, was always the worst part. My body was not made for going uphill. I was too heavy. And yet it was often during those moments of oxygen debt, when I was forced to stop and just breathe, that I’d hear nothing but my own breath, the beating of my heart, and the forest. In winter, on a windless day, the forest is silent, and that minute of duress turns into a halcyon moment. That’s when the world comes around. It’s where clarity is found. Aches, pains, and breathless panting begat epiphanies.”

One winter Tom and Atticus climbed peak after peak to raise money for cancer. Tom writes, “I watched that little dog sitting placidly on a mountaintop in winter, miles away from the life we’d come to know, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be doing, and that’s when it struck me: Our quest was about so much more than reaching 96 mountains or raising money for a good cause. It was about us and what we shared and saw together and what we were becoming. It was one of those moments when you realize that this is truly the time of your life.”

A Following Atticus Photo

Adventures include battling illness (both Tom and Atticus) and an attack by a vicious dog that leaves Atticus barely breathing and Tom frantically racing for help. In his grief and worry, Tom is overwhelmed by the kindness of the community that rallies to help Atticus.

Eventually Tom decides to leave his job to devote even more of his days to following Atticus up the mountains. Now he writes and climbs and savors life. Tom believes each mountain has lessons to teach, stories to tell. He speaks of “how grand it feels to be swallowed whole in the woods.” When you figure out your passion, rearrange your life to pursue it.

The story continues. Following Atticus on Facebook, you can read about new hikes, new mountaintops, new adventures, and a new family member. Tom learned of William, a senior Terrier in poor health who had been left at a shelter. He’s taken him in his home and heart; he plays music for him and brings him flowers and tucks him in gently each night.

You see, when you learn — when you really see — how love can transform, you want to experience more and more. And that’s where clarity is found and that’s when the world comes around.

 

 

School and the Roots of Love

She leaves home for first grade, pink backpack packed, smile lighting her face. The proverbial apron strings snap. Maddie runs into her class, moving away from her home but rooted in the love of family. She’s been accepted and cherished all her life.

After school she waves to us, brimming with enthusiasm, ready to connect once again with her family.

On the drive home we hear about her new friends, the rewards she’s earning, the games she played at recess.

She hangs her bag in the kitchen beside her brother’s, among photos of those who love her.

School life blends with home life that night when we work on Maddie’s new reading skills. She’s linking sounds and letters and words. Soon she’ll be reading stories that lift her mind beyond her home, beyond her classroom, into a land without boundaries — the land of imagination, the land of reading.

So we sound out letters. A, at, h-hat. C-cat. M-mat. S-sat. Put it all together now: The cat sat on the mat in a hat. And the journey to reading begins! After schoolwork, we read E.B. White’s Stuart Little. Maddie is enthralled with the adventures of a little mouse who lives with his human brother George and his “parents,” Mr. and Mrs. Little. “One more chapter?” she asks. We read on.

Sometimes our family life is rich and deep. We enter school knowing we are wanted and that family is for us. In other homes, children scrabble to survive. School is one more chore, one more place to fail.

How about you? Did your family encourage you? Or did you find encouragement for schoolwork in other places? Are there children in your life you can nurture today?

Linking up with This or That Thursday, Sweet Shot Tuesdays, Communal Global, and Texture Tuesdays, where the assignment this week is “Back to School.” Photos were processed using Kim Klassen’s textures History and Zulu.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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